1932: Playing with the Japanese Communist Party with a doll

It turned out that about a week ago, a beautiful woman suddenly appeared in Los Angeles. In one night, she killed almost all the high-ranking mafia members with thunderous means and became the new ruler. Not only that, she also issued a series of orders to the new gang she founded, including "no robbery, rape, theft" and other requirements that were extremely outrageous for gangs.

It’s not that no one resisted;

However, those who resisted immediately proved a truth with their blood and heads: those who obey can survive, but those who resist will surely die.

The little hoodlum had never actually seen the "handsome boss," but he knew that the bodies of former gang leaders, both in the underworld and the white world, were a common sight on the streets of Los Angeles. Who would dare to disobey him now?

The gangsters turned into good citizens, and the security in Los Angeles improved a lot in an instant.

Mark and the agent looked at each other, and four words popped up in their minds at the same time: tactical humanoid.

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Tactical figure.

Although this little thug didn't know much, and most of it was hearsay, the information he got from his few words still made Mark and the agent certain of this. Otherwise, could he be a Chinese Kung Fu master?

Even experts are afraid of kitchen knives!

What's more, the Mafia has Thomson.

Since all the high-ranking gangsters in Los Angeles have faced life threats but have failed to resist, it can only prove that the "Pretty Boss" is definitely a terrifying force beyond this era. This unexpected information immediately disrupted the original plans of Mark and others.

"Agent, you didn't find the corresponding signal?"

"I'm sorry, Commander. I've been searching, but it's likely that the other party's electronic warfare level is quite high and they've actively activated signal blocking, so..." "Hmm... Is there no way to force wake them up and figure out who they are?"

"Sorry, if the other party actively turns off the signal power, I won't be able to search for it anyway." The agent thought for two seconds and offered a solution:

"I can instantly cut off all radio signals in the United States. This will cause huge chaos in a short period of time, and then alert the humanoid to activate the signal." ...Forget it, enter the village quietly, and don't use guns."

Mark thought about it, rejected the agent's suggestion, and then ordered:

"How about this! Since this humanoid has already taken down the Los Angeles gang, they should have a stronghold. Let's go take it away..." "Yes."

The order was carried out.

For a top-tier tactical figure with cloud scanning capabilities, finding or killing people is incredibly easy. "Fuck you! Open the door and check the water meter! Community support! Takeout delivered to your door! Direct delivery!"

In the afternoon, Mark kicked open the door to the villa of the Mafia Drana family, shouting strange slogans and swaggering in under the protection of his agents. UMP9, who had already dealt with everyone in advance, saluted Mark with a smile:

"Commander! Kill two of them, and the others will be quiet!"

"Oh, what are they doing together?"

"Discuss how to resist Miss Elliott!" "Elliott?"

"That's the one..."

Before he could finish his words, several men began to kowtow to the ground, mumbling something. "Let them go."

"Yes!"

Then came some boring pleas for mercy, like "I won't do it again" and "I will be absolutely loyal to Miss Elliott from now on." The air was filled with...

"That's enough! Shut up!"

Mark waved his hand impatiently:

"Contact Ms. Elliott immediately or tell me how to contact her! I need her urgently!" "Um... Boss, I..."

"boom!"

Mark blew away the smoke from the muzzle of his gun, not even looking at the body on the ground, and raised his chin: "Next."

The gang members were so scared that they pissed their pants. Damn, this guy seems to be crazier than Missy Elliott.

So, a specially modified high-power radio was taken out.

According to the people on the ground, this was a note Miss Elliott left for the villa's housekeeper before she went to Washington, saying that if anything unexpected happened, just turn on the radio and she would rush back to support. Of course, because the housekeeper was also a disgruntled traitor, the radio naturally fell into the hands of the "rebels."

The agent made a preliminary inspection and confirmed that there was no danger. Then he asked:

"Commander, if you have no objection, I will contact you." "Yes."

After the radio was turned on, a strong signal was sent out, and then the radio automatically burned out. "How is it, agent, have you found the signal receiving point?"

"commander..."

"Um?"

"She didn't even go to Washington, she was in Los Angeles... and I knew who she was."

"Um??"

Just half an hour later, a tall woman came back and the first thing she did when she entered the room was to pounce on Mark who was waiting for her. "Commander! Commander! Wuu ...

Tears soaked the man's shirt, and his long golden hair gradually turned into its original silver-white color, falling to the ground like a waterfall;

The woman rubbed her beautiful face against Mark's chest, pressing her plump and round breasts against his abdomen, making him breathless. "Alchemist, you... you're crushing me to death..."

The person who came was none other than the Alchemist, a leader-level elite tactical humanoid crafted by the Iron Blood Works, skilled in assassination and close combat, and proficient in interrogation and forced confessions.

Putting aside her fighting ability, her beauty is no less than that of the agents who need to wear masks all the time, and her figure will make big breast lovers ecstatic; Mark just happens to not like steel plates.

If I keep grinding, I'll have to raise the flag. My young body...

"Ah! I'm sorry, Commander!"

The alchemist immediately adjusted her position, ensuring that she could give Mark absolute comfort while also satisfying her own desire to cuddle. "No... Can you get up first..."

"Commander, please let me be willful for once!"

Because it was not an absolute order, the alchemist still stayed on Mark's chest and refused to get up, pleading with tears in his eyes: "Please let me get a little more of your scent, okay? I miss you so much... I don't want to forget you anymore... Wuuuuu..."

Mark fell silent.

From those few words, he clearly sensed the alchemist's genuine, passionate love and longing for the "Commander." However, this "Commander" wasn't...

At this point, the agent interjected:

"Alchemist, get up first! You're not feeling comfortable pressing on the commander like this."

"The commander is here, and he hasn't given any orders. What qualifications do you have to give me orders?"

The alchemist raised her head slightly, her face full of defiance as she faced her former Iron Blood Works steward and superior. The agent, accustomed to this, was completely unfazed.

"I'm not ordering you, I'm just suggesting it."

"Haha, then I'll...wait..."

The alchemist frowned and asked, "Agent, when did you come here?" "January 1st, almost half a year ago."

"Then why is your body still unopened?"

The agent's face froze, and he remained silent for a moment. Yes, why?

I'm thinking about this question too...

Seeing the agent's unusual silence, the alchemist became even more confused:

"What's wrong with you? Isn't it our duty as humanoids to provide sexual services to our masters? What are you doing?"

"Or, you don't want to?"

Seeing that the agent remained silent, the alchemist's eyes gradually became dangerous:

"Although you've always prided yourself on being reserved and elegant, you're quite bold to use such a frivolous thing on the Commander, Agent..."

As he spoke, the alchemist's body gradually crouched like a cat, and two long swords slowly emerged from his hands, making an attacking gesture;

Judging from the situation, if the agent dared to answer "yes" or get a positive answer from Mark, the alchemist would "overthrow the superior". This time, Mark, who was still pinned down, also understood what was happening and had to speak up to stop it:

"Alchemist, calm down. I didn't touch her, not because she didn't want to."

"Oh, I see. I understand."

In an instant, the alchemist's dangerous aura and the long sword disappeared without a trace, and he lay on Mark's chest like mud, and asked curiously:

But why, Commander? Although this agent has a very annoying personality, from a purely sexual perspective, she should be able to provide you with the most comfortable service. "Uh..."

Mark was a little confused about this. What did he say?

He wasn't without emotional intelligence. He couldn't tell the figures in front of him, "Because I didn't trust them at first, I always felt that I wasn't the person they thought I was. Why didn't I resist even though I didn't trust them?"

Because I can't beat...

Later, we finally established initial trust, but the best opportunity had already been missed.

At this point, suddenly calling the agent to accompany the patient seemed a bit strange, so after all the fuss, there was no further progress. "Forget it, let's ignore this idiot."

Seeing that Mark seemed reluctant to answer, the alchemist immediately gave up asking, wiped his tears, and said with a smile: "Commander, I miss you so much, come and make love with me!"

"Oh...ok...hmm??"

The mountain road was full of twists and turns, and before Mark could react, the alchemist easily tore his clothes into shreds, even stripping off his underwear. "Wait? What are you doing? I came here... Ugh!!"

All the words that followed turned into muffled groans.

Because the alchemist's tongue was gently licking Mark's already hard red mushroom head, the intense pleasure made his restraint completely turn into a trivial moan; after investigating, friends who have made love all know that the glans is very sensitive. Once it is strongly stimulated, a man's waist will be soft for a moment;

Oh, no sex life?

That's fine.

In the end, Mark didn't even have the strength to lift his fingers, and said reluctantly: "Alchemist, you..."

"Commander, are you comfortable? Hehehe, there are even more comfortable ones."

As she spoke, the alchemist took the massive monster deep into her small red lips, swallowing it all the way to the bottom.

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Mark is a very honest and sensible man.

Therefore, before confirming the agent's loyalty, he would not trust her, let alone touch her; but once she was touched...

If you can't beat them, join them. If you can't resist, enjoy it!

Oops, there’s nothing I can do about my body’s reaction.

At some point, the agent and UMP9 disappeared, leaving Mark sitting naked on the sofa, with the alchemist still serving him under his crotch; a wet and hot feeling surrounded the mushroom head, and pleasure instantly flowed through his body, making Mark scream out:

“Hmm…”

"Are you comfortable?"

At this time, the alchemist who was half-kneeling in front of Mark raised his head and looked up at him, asking with a charming, loving and worshipful look on his face.

"Um."

"Hehe, I knew you would like it, Commander."

The alchemist held the shaft of the rod with his soft hands, rubbed it against her cheeks a few times, and then licked it gently with his tender tongue. Like a puppy finding a bone, his originally pretty features were squeezed and deformed, igniting the man's latent desire for sadism. Mark couldn't help it and ordered:

"Put it in your mouth."

"Yes, Commander."

The alchemist opened her crimson little mouth and took the burning, swollen mushroom between her lips. Her snake-like tongue coiled around the shaft and slowly swirled along the back end before swallowing it in. At the same time, her tongue continued to roll around, making the thing grow thicker and longer, causing Mark to grab her hair and begin thrusting his hips roughly.

Despite this action, she didn't show the slightest expression of pain on her face. She let her mouth be used as a lewd sex organ, rising and falling as the huge object went in and out, bringing spasmodic pleasure to the other party. After a while, she spit out the thing again, held it with her hand, tilted her face to the side, sucked a round ball into her mouth, and stirred it with her small tongue. After taking one in, she spit it out and took another in.

She sucked them back and forth several times in turn, and finally opened her mouth wide and took both of them in at the same time, letting them slide against each other in her mouth.

hiss...

This technology...

After playing with the rod for a while and noticing it trembling and jumping, the alchemist disarmed himself again, revealing the huge, perfectly shaped fruit.

She grabbed the erection with both hands and pressed it against her breasts, then penetrated the deep groove from below.

The breasts held in the palms of the hands swayed up and down, and only the scarlet nipples kept popping out between the snow-white cleavage. The breasts that were forced together gave off a sense of oppressive happiness.

In addition, the beautiful girl was rubbing her breasts diligently to please him, which made Mark even more excited. He couldn't help but start pumping frantically in coordination with the shaking of her breasts. The soft breast flesh made of special material rubbed against the huge breast, and the rod and skin rubbed against each other, making obscene slapping sounds.

This stimulation made Mark unable to help but increase the force and speed of his thrusts, and even a small amount of pre-cum flowed out from there, sticking to the skin as further lubrication, making the scene even more lewd. Seeing the commander becoming more and more excited, the alchemist smiled even wider, panting and lowering her head, her wet breath sprayed all over the round head;

She stretched out her small tongue, slightly extended it and licked her lips, her bright red tongue constantly licking the thing as her breasts swayed up and down;

However, as if she noticed that Mark was not satisfied with this light touch, she bent a little deeper, letting it enter her throat and continued to suck it with a "tsk tsk" sound; of course, the tongue did not give up its work, but this time, it not only swept across the coronal sulcus frantically, but also began to attack the slit;

It would be strange if a man could tolerate this kind of attack.

The soft big breasts and the warm little mouth served the penis at the same time. The heavy pressure of the breasts squeezed out by the hands made Mark feel as comfortable as if he was in the tight pistil. "Mmm!!!"

Accompanied by a muffled groan and a tingling sensation in his lumbar spine, Mark's body suddenly arched upward, and the hot white liquid instantly gushed out from his body; this intense pleasure even made Mark feel dazed for a moment, as if he was flying into the sky.